Little Whinging, Surrey

Today, it was not like any other day in that Harry had started to come to even before the sun had risen. He let out a groan, knowing it was still too early, yet his internal alarm clock was loudly blaring, keeping him from going back to his (for once, no baby Voldemort's creepy whisper of 'kill the spare' in his dreams) peaceful slumber.

Ever since he was little, it was ingrained in him to wake up just before Aunt Petunia came yelling and banging the rattled cupboard door, otherwise he would have a headache from being abruptly awoken in such a fashion. And as Aunt Petunia was a morning person, Harry usually rose before the sunrise. But for the next two days or so, Aunt Petunia was out with Uncle Vernon and Dudley to visit Uncle Vernon's side of the family. With Mrs. Figg unavailable to watch over their unwanted nephew, they were left with no choice but to let Harry had the house to himself. This was probably the second or third time they had left him alone in this house unattended, even then Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't forget their threats of if you broke something, you will get no meal and et cetera.

Harry didn't need to start the day just yet. Intent on lazying about at least for today, Harry buried his face on to his rather smelly pillow, inhaling the unique smell as the recognisable smell was just so 'his' so he buried his face deeper into it. He wriggled around a bit, trying to find a position that would make him dead to the world, at least for another hour.

That was when he suddenly felt weird and kind of sore and furthermore, he found that his entire body was covered in sweat. This very fact bothered him so, as it made his pyjamas damp with his own sweat. Yes, it was now uncomfortable going back to sleep.

Harry sighed and decided that he had no choice but to get up and ―

Out of nowhere, a breeze of chill air washed through him before everything was white. A pause, and then Harry screamed as cold and then hot, searing pain tearing him inside out.

"B―blimey...!" Instinctively, Harry curled up into a ball, gritted his teeth together, and clutched his pillow in desperate bid to contain the unexpected wave pain, his thighs pressing against his suddenly sensitive chest.

A few minutes later Harry had stopped screaming, as he didn't even have the strength to keep screaming through the pillow anymore. He let out a whine here and a whimper there, at times thinking that maybe he was going to die. But then gradually, it became clear that that something was going on with his body.

A pulse of pain, greater than any other he had ever experienced, was suddenly pounding his chest. A wheeze involuntarily escape him when Harry felt suffocated lying on the bed in this position. He didn't know where he drew the strength from, but he brought his upper body up, his hands supported his body as he shot up slowly, leaning on the edge of his bed, all the while burrowing his face into his pillow, panting and crying as the indescribable pain still hadn't left him alone.

Harry didn't dare to take a breath through his nose for seemingly hours.

Then it was abruptly gone, just like that.

Breathing heavily, he slowly brought his hand up and touched his chest. It was soft and bouncy? Like an extremely soft pillow, but not quite. His chest was pronounced, like a girl's were...?

He looked down. He had lumps of fat in his chest now? Unthinkingly, Harry's hand went down there.

A frightened, hoarse scream tore down the house. But Harry being Harry, even with this bizarre situation suddenly dropping on to him, was concerned that the neighbours had had heard. So with that in mind, Harry went to grab on his pillow again and screamed with all his might into it for a good minute or two, the pillow doing a good job muffling the sounds he made. The pillow's existence was extremely favourable in this strange situation of his.

Sweats were dripping everywhere. Utter horror for someone like Aunt Petunia, who regard cleanliness above all, but to Harry, it was just simply weird. He normally didn't sweat this much in his sleep, and normally he didn't have breasts, and−

Harry was left with no choice but to undress. His shirt, trousers, ― they all easily came off as they were Dudley's size, but his underpants was unusually tight around the hips.

He was naked now. He took note that the shirt had been tight around his chest. Still in a state of shock and frenzy from seeing his chest swelled and expand, Harry didn't see see where the floor was and fell from his bed. His head thumped the floor hard, and it effectively put his state of awareness up to the fullest. Lying like this on the floor made his chest throb. Scrambling to get up, he almost fell again by the unexpected weight that threw his balance off the rail.

His glasses was on the small bedside table. He grabbed it and then he stood by the mirror in his room.

Breasts. He, Harry Potter, had breasts. Real breasts. A pair of breasts that he could freely touch and nobody would file a complain to the police or aurors just because they were attached to his person.

Harry wondered if it was wrong to be turned on by one's own body. His nipples were hard and pointed and it felt hot down there ― where his dangly-bits were supposed to be. Restless and strangely curious of his body, he brought his fingers to gingerly touch his nipples. Harry bit his tongue at the wave of strange feeling that passed his body. Somehow, they were not that sensitive, but it felt good, touching his pronounced nipples felt good but... foreign. Weird.

This was beyond anything he could imagine. Harry had absolutely no idea that this was possible in the first place. To lost and gain a new genitalia, the horror, the pain.

He forced himself to think, to not panic and not thoughtlessly send letters about this to Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore... Sirius.

Sirius. Oh, Merlin. Not Sirius. Harry could only guess, but the fact that if he sent a letter to Sirius, well... Sirius might drop by only to see Harry with these unnatural changes. He didn't want that.

Cold sweats appeared on his brows as Harry slumped.

No. Definitely not Sirius. He didn't want to know how Sirius would react to this.

But first, what was he supposed to do now?